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[Shuzoku Hideki]

A slender hand would move towards the sunglasses that hid the young man's eyes, his thumb and forefinger touching the temple arms of the sunglasses he would slip them over his ears and away from his face, he would set them down on the counter of the bar his eyelids still closed as he listened to the words that others spoke around him, that eat-s**t grin still on his face as he listened to his elder brother talk to a woman he wanted to laugh but he decided to allow himself to be quiet for once not wanting to incur his brothers long lectures on manners and what not. It wasn't as if the young man cared not in the least he just got bored having to sit in that droll office listing to the monotone his brothers voice held when ever lecturing him, he would rather shoot himself in the head that listen to that s**t all day, though it wasn't in his interest today he just wanted a drink and to finish his cigarette, with that though in mind he had let the cigarette burn as he thought and flicked the excess ash into a near by ashtray, bring the filtered cigarette to his lips he would take another drag allowing the spiced tobacco smoke into his lungs, then after a few seconds he would let the smoke drift out of his lungs in a slow breath.

"Bottle of warm sake from a ceder barrel."

He would order his drink his voice light and youthful, he ordered the traditional drink of his native home country he wanted it warmed rather than room temperature, and if it was cold then he knew that their sake was inferior to others and that might start a problem, he also liked the wooded taste of the old way of brewing sake even though he was the more brash one of the two he had a taste for the old life, though he really jst wanted to get drunk but he despised western drinks with a passion, indeed he hated westerners with a passion from Americans to Czechoslovakians, no he wasn't a Japanese version of a Neo-nazi or fagget a** Klu Klux Klan he just hated westerners for butting in on Japanese territory, though there were a few westerners he had met that he could get along with. With a small sigh of relief as the bartender set down his specially ordered sake, he would pull out his walled and place the money down before taking the bottle and sakazuki, he would take the bottle in his left and the sakazuki in his right he would fit the middle and ring-fingers of his right hand around the bottom, and then simply hold the cup lightly between his thumb and index finger.

He would then bring the cup towards him pause slightly then move the cup up parallel to his chest, he would then bring it to his mouth and drink he wouldn't gulp it down in one shot even though he wasn't the most mannered one out of the three he knew that it was better to drink sake with manners than not, he would then bring the cup back in the same manner and take another drink this second one would finish the sake off allowing him to take the bottle and pour himself another cup full he would continue in the same manner leaving the cigarette burning in the ashtray without taking another drag from it, he had a pack in his pocket though that was the farthest thing from his mind, though he would keep track of the pelican case he had left leaning on the bar using his peripherals he had since opened his eyes those hues not brown nor any other natural color, those irises where a gold/yellow giving them the look of eyes once owned by a wolf.

[Sehfir-D-Gaej]

Gaej had just looked up to see the zippo soar through the cool night air "What the hell?" he said aloud with a soft laugh under his voice. The dirt beneath his boots crunching with every step he took, making his approach audible to anyone outside. He was one to walk places that were close enough and this happened to be one of them. The busy thumping of bass drew him in closer. He'd turn the corner and walk right past Rin and Vlad, without so much as a wave. He would then reach up to the back of his head and scratch while twirling his lit cig around his lips... After a moments pause he'd push the doors open and walk inside and find a seat close to the dance floor and plop down in the chair and sigh, just enjoying the music for the moment.

[Be Lateralus]

Once apon a time there was a story...

Slowly heading down the stairs taking each step with a sly smooth feel letting her heels hold tight to the edge to keep stability. Searching the bar for any prospects she soon notices that the crowd was far to unmixed and frowns. Increasing her pace she soon arrives to the 1st floor. Putting on her half witted smile she heads through the congestion returning her sarcastic smile to those staring at her as she passed "Uhgg so many pigs come out at night" she thought to her self as she began to glare at a large group of young thugs that were sitting at "Hmm a lil deviance wouldn't be so bad for the night is still young. i should get a drink first though" turning and quickly heading straight to the bar

... THE END!

[Vladimir Ivankov]

As Vladimir's head was thrown back the cigarette went fly from his mouth, she had wobbled the Russian, his balance was all wrong. Taking another two or three steps back he regained himself, his head slowly getting back into place. Even though he had already said this girl wasn't normal many times now, this was the last bit of evidence he needed. Many a man would have found themselves on there a** looking up right now, this girl who was no taller then 5'7" was still standing.

Vladimir stared over at the girl with a wolfish grin that went from ear to ear, his right hand's grip loosened and rose to his face to wipe away the blood that was pouring from his lips and tongue, he must have accidentally bit down on it. His mouth slowly opened the blood falling to the ground forming what seemed to be a little puddle, though it actually wasn't all that bad.

The Russian's head rolled around his shoulder's, his right hand once more balling into a tight fist. He took more then a few steps towards the girl making sure he would be able to use his lengthy limbs to an advantage, once she was a little less then arms length away Vladimirs left hand popped forward, much like a boxers jab more or less to distract and test the range out, but as the jab came towards her face the Russian got closer, using his left leg to press off the concrete his right came at the girl, the left hand that appeared to be a jab suddenly opened and went to latch onto the back of her neck, if possibly he was going to put her into something similar to a Muay tie clinch.





((Umm, take this for now lol... gotta do something real fast, though I'ma edit this post when I get back.))

[Be Lateralus]

Once apon a time there was a story...

As yui reaches the bar she sees a lil commotion between a fairly large male and a female a lil shorter then herself. Turning to the bartender she asks "What happened over there?" as she slid the glass to him along the furnished bar "OH could i get another White Russian that last one was delicious. Make this one a double though i need to speed up this night"

... THE END!

[Shuzoku Rin]

The taste of blood...she hadn't tasted since Eiji smacked her one. Vladimir was already on the move again and Rin was too busy looking down at her bloodied hand as the red hue trickled onto her glove. It wasn't until she heard his final step which brought him reaching distance from her that she would look at him through the long black hair, her eyes burning with anger. As his hand snapped out to jab at her face she wouldn't flinch. It wasn't until he grabbed the back of her head that she would step forward, past his right hands reach and into his guard. Her arms reaching around his form and her legs planting heavy into the ground.

"Thats...ENOUGH!"

Her growl followed the sudden movement. His right hand would swing behind her head and Rin would lock arms around his waist. This time she was going to use her strength, this fight had to end and the only option Vladimir gave was to knock him down and keep him down. As her hands clasped together he would feel the bear hug start to crush his sides. Her back arched and twisting on her hips to the right she would use his momentum to pull him up and over. Lifting him up so fast off the ground it would most likely jar his vision. Using the twist to turn she would kick off her right leg bringing her leg around so his back would end up slamming into the concrete and not his face. Rin was using a different variation of a suplex. More like a sidewinder suplex.

From here on Rin would attempt to mount him and hold his arms down, of course in this position he could easily fight back.

[Vladimir Ivankov]

"дерьмо?"

Vladimir felt her arms wrap around his waist but by then it was too late, he was up and over and soon enough on his back. Rin would easily be able to mount him he was still trying to process what fully happened when Rin got her mount in.

His first instinct was to firmly plant his feet on the road and try to buck her off, using both his feet and his upper back. The Russian looked like a fish out of water flopping about.

((Bleh, more then lame post lol))

[Shuzoku Rin]

"Vladimir that's enough! We can't stay he--"

She got the mount but her words were cut short. Like riding a horse? PSSSSHAAAAAAAW NOT THIS HORSEY! Rin was flung forward as both of her arms were still trying to brace themselves, with both knees planted on the ground her torso would shift forward and down. Her forehead striking downwards aiming for his own. Her head was the only damn thing that wasn't cybernetic and well lets just say this was going to REALLY hurt.

THUNK

After the immediate strike to the forehead Rin's eyes blurred over and she flopped off him partially with her leg still draped across his stomach. Her hands went to her forehead as she groaned in pain. That a*****e had a thicker skull than her and her head was ringing. Rin was unfortunately now in a bit of a pickle. If Vladimir was intent of hurting her or killing her then she was defenseless at this point.

"You...stupid...sonova.."

She grunted out through her clenched teeth with her breath seething through them. rolling partially onto her back Rin would shift her hand from her forehead. There was more blood. Great...a graze on her forehead too.

[Vladimir Ivankov]

The Russians head was harder then any steel and as thick as a brick, though that didn't help as much as one may think. Letting out a heavy breath the Russians hands found their way to his forehead.

"Ehh..."

It took a second or two but Vladimir slowly sat up, his eyesight still 'screwed' by Rins suplex and now the headbutt. At this point he couldn't help but to laugh aloud. His hands slid from his forehead down to his nose, which was oozing blood. Looking over towards the girl the cackling laughter grew.

Her leg still laid near him and if he really wanted he could've find something or another to do with it but had no such feeling. It had been a good brawl and he'd leave it at that, for now anyway.

Vladimir's hand dropped down into his pants pocket, searching for a moment it soon came back with a pack of cigarettes in hand. With the flick of his wrist the packs top flung open, though he still felt dizzy and may have flung the up a tad too hard, more then a few cigarettes flew out of the pack. Though, it didn't really matter, he brought the pack to his face and plucked a cigarette out via his lips. His eye dropped down to the cigarette which somehow or another got blood on it, that also caused a laugh, though what didn't cause a laugh was he realized he no longer had his lighter, sometime during the two's fighting he had forgotten all about the Zippo.

" Сучья!"

[Shuzoku Rin]

That laugh...it pissed her off so much she sat upright and stare at him. He was bleeding from his nose and mouth...this made her smirk. Then his expression of 'where the hell is my li....' with that stare of death upon him. She had also forgotten about the zippo but remembered where it was luckily. Pulling her leg slowly off his stomach with blood trickling down onto her thigh she'd sit up onto her knees.

[******** knuckle head...why did you do that!?"

Rin would lean herself forward wanting to just curl up into a ball as her head was still ringing but instead she would try to get up. Toppling forward once but hopping over his legs and stagger into a stance. Raising her head up into the air she'd take a deep breath and sigh.

"Lets go get your lighter...you crazy Russian.."

Taking steps wit hher body swaying side to side her hand raising once more to the bloodied forehead, Rin would trundle along heading down the back of the alley near the end of the car park. To Vladimir she'd look drunk as hell.

[DokuCho]

Walking down the street Doku saw a place she had never been in before and smiled well i wanted something new and here i found it she thought with a smile. Upon entering the bar she noted some quarreling, but thought it best to try to keep herself out of it. After all, one bout with a stranger or two every few hours was beginning to feel unhealthy. She maneuvered her way to the bar and ordered a fairly potent drink, not entirely sure if she wanted to finish it or not.

[Vladimir Ivankov]

"You started this whole ******** thing!"

Vladimir would have yelled that but his head was pounding, Unlike Rin he knew better then to just jump up, that was nothing but a good way to fall back on you're a**. Slowly the Russian placed his palms o the ground either side of hm, using them to help him up to his knees and then finally to his feet.

He waited a moment before taking his first step after Rin. It took a few minutes but his balance had came back, and when he did he caught up to her and walked beside the girl. At least she didn't ruin her ed bikini top, good thing she choose to wear that color. It was sorta funny when he thought about the first time he had seen her, dressed in a military like uniform, and from that went to a high cut cocktail dress, and now wearing an unzipped jacket with nothing but a bikini top that didn't leave much to the imagination. Yes, even in the pitch black he had gotten a look or two. It was the same reason he had choose to walk beside her, though at current couldn't see much of her at all.

"I'm the crazy one. ******** женщины.."

[Shuzoku Rin]

She chose to ignore that last statement. Her eyes narrowed as she felt like someone was watching her....and he was. Pulling her jacket together and crossing her arms along her chest she would march forward at a faster pace with a huff escaping her bloodied lips. With a bit of time they were out of sight from the bar and deep into the alleyway which had many boxes and cans laying around. The occasional wiff of alcohol and urine, uhg...alleyways were disgusting. As she had extended from him enough to be out of arms reach she would stop, turn around and face him.

"I had no choice."

Swift and sharp, she wasn't pissing around anymore with insults. Moving back to the way she originally was with the 'new' Rin's demeanor changing into the military one. Cocking her hips to the right with her right arm dangling down the young woman would look up at Vladimir with stern cold eyes.

"You really are an idiot. If you could not see that I was drawing you away from the bar to save your sorry a** then you need to get your head checked. I spent...that whole night with you, laying awake in bed watching every shadow that twitched in fear of them coming. I left because I had to cover my tracks so they wouldn't know I was with you. I'm sorry that I treated you so unfairly but you left me no choice. I didn't want to hurt you.."

Rin's eyes would glance downwards as she stared into a puddle of murky water. Her body stood under the dull light of a street lamp which flickered and threatened to merge them into the darkness once more. He would see her brows curl into the form of a worried expression. Whispering breezes of the night sky would curl over her body to toy with the silken black strands, dancing across her shoulder to spread out like a wild black flame.

"I'll find your zippo...then you should stay far away from me. I...don't want to see you die because of me.."